When I was a child, pancake day was all about the sprinkles. My mam would usually make them for pudding, a plate of gently steaming pancakes, a tub of vanilla ice cream, Treat! strawberry syrup and whatever sprinkles the baking cupboard yielded set in the middle of the table. My sister would usually choose Nutella to…
Routine is an unexpected comfort in life. The way the downstairs neighbour’s dog barks as soon as the postman rounds the corner. How the kettle rumbles in a low baritone just seconds before the boil and that two teaspoons of sugar go in one cup and two teaspoons of coffee go in both to transform bleary…
There is comfort in simplicity. Hot coffee on a frost dusted morning. Pajamas toasting on the radiator to jump into before bed. Brown toast and peanut butter. All simple, yet so satisfyingly comforting, the smallest things can be far better than fancy coffee, silk pajamas or bulging brunch tables at times. It’s the same for…
I don’t know about you, but I have found it incredibly difficult to get into the Christmas spirit this year. I’m going with the fact I broke my own little tradition and didn’t watch The Muppet Christmas Carol and write my Christmas cards on December 1 like I normally do as my excuse. And since…